bites of reality and escapes from…

“Loretta, I love you. Not like they told you love is and I didn’t know this either but love don’t make things nice – it ruins everything. It breaks your heart. It makes things a mess. We aren’t here to make things perfect. The snowflakes are perfect. The stars are perfect. Not us. Not us! We are here to ruin and break our hearts and love the wrong people and die. The storybooks are bullshit. Now I want you to come upstairs with me and get in my bed.”

we are drawn to who we are drawn to but love is a complex beast and to me, the real essence of love involves effort rather than a fairytale googly eyes which is really just chemistry…although i love that as well and believe it can be sustained, even if erratically.